Today I'm going to share with you a small writing piece...
Stories are like doors that swing both ways.
Raw Colors in it that stay always
Ombre colors of the moon at night stay faded and pale
The watch through the night are the secrets so deep as fear casts its spell.
As the dawn breaks the darkness, it fades.
Do quietly fray, get lost in the rush,
As thoughts start to stray.
The bust of work and new lights of the day
come gushing back as the story ends and a new beginning awaits.
Stay tuned for the next post!
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